Unsigned gifts
The stranger who let you merge.
The conversation that planted a seed you only recognised years later.
The door that closed and sent you somewhere better.
We receive constantly.
But we only count the gifts that arrive with fanfare.
The quiet ones slip past.
Ordinary moments doing extraordinary work while we wait for something dramatic.
We want rescue with trumpets.
Meanwhile, the small adjustments keep adding up.
A word at the right time.
A delay that kept you safe.
A no that made room for a better yes.
The universe doesn't always announce what it's doing.
It just does it.
Most of what saves us never signs its name.
We wait for blessings that announce themselves. But most of what saves us arrives quietly and never signs its name.
